Susie X Novels & Stories

I made my way there, hoping to find some kind of reprieve in the humdrum normalcy of breakfast cleanup. Instead, I found Mia. She stood at the counter, her petite frame dwarfed by the massive island in the center of the room. Her strawberry-blonde hair was pulled into a messy bun, and her hazel eyes lit up when she saw me. "Hey, stranger!" she chirped, a grin spreading across her face. "Hey," I said, managing a small smile in return. "Everything okay?" she asked, tilting her head. "You look like you’ve been wrestling with demons."

That caught her off guard. “I’m not sure I—” “You’re observant,” he interrupted gently. “You notice things other people don’t.” Her breath faltered. That was… not something he should know. Or say. She moved closer to the desk, careful to keep a respectful distance. Her eyes scanned the document—figures, notes, something about scheduling and allocations. Work. Safe ground. “I think this section is inconsistent,” she said after a moment, pointing lightly. “These numbers don’t match the previous report.”

“Miss. Robert, right ?” Gemma was startled and turned to look at the man who had helped her. He had mysteriously pure black eyes and hair, and his smile and voice were so gentle and deep that Gemma couldn't take her eyes off of him. “A… is it me, are you…?” The man smiled softly, looking at Gemma so deeply in his eyes that she wanted to avoid it, he lifted her hand and planted a kiss on the back of it. “Hello, beautiful lady, my name is Harvey Susan. It's okay to call me Harvey." Harvey said.

She paused and resumed her pacing which she had stopped when she had been speaking. Alex was very shocked. So shocked that it was a wonder that he managed to conceal his gasp of surprise. He stopped it at the last moment because he didn't want her to know he was here. He still wanted to hear more before he would reveal himself but now he knew more than enough to come to a solid conclusion. He knew that his mate, Jasmine, was the unknown serial killer who had been killing people from their pack for a while now. His own mate, his goddess-given mate was a serial killer and he was just finding it out from her own mouth. Never had he expected to hear something like that when he had followed Jasmi

Valerie: The floor trembled again beneath my heels, subtle at first, then sharper, like the building itself exhaled in warning. My heart slammed against my ribs. “Valerie, what do you mean she’s fighting?” Xavier’s voice sharpened instantly. “Who is she fighting?” “I don’t know,” I whispered, staring down through the glass where Lisa stood unmoving, too still for a wolf, too still for anything with breath. “But she’s doing something. And the ground, Xavier, this isn’t normal. She is fighting us, the ground is shaking.”

Every move she makes is elegant, even something as simple as this. "What exactly is the plan? I knew she had something under her sleeve, but you never said what it was. How would Rebeka help?" I know Hazie wanted to have all the details before talking about it just in case things don't go as planned. Rebeka is the other female Tribrid, but she's the meanest one. I don't know if she's not had some dick in the last five hundred years, but she could use one.

Susie walked to her desk and took out a card from her drawer. “This is the number of a colleague that could help you. He’s a hypnotist that specialises in retrieving lost or suppressed memories. He will help you with uncovering your past and getting some of the answers you need,” Susie said. Ella took the card and nodded then put it away. She had no intention of taking Susie’s advice. It was time to finally do things for herself.

He said quietly, “It's that person's handiwork. It seems that he’s planning something that we don't know about.” “That man?” At this moment, a young and beautiful woman who was dressed sexily frowned. She asked, “Who is it?” She was wearing a tight-fitting fiery red dress. It looked like the feathers of a phoenix. She was coquettish, hot, and sexy! With her curvaceous figure and tiny waist, any man would have lingering thoughts about her. She was the new master of the Phoenix Pavilion, Susie Sharp. She was only 23. She was like the goddess of the entire Nonagon and the object of admiration of all disciples!

"Hi. I'm Sasha. I'm the Head Cook. Who are you? Like, more than name? It's not everyday that Jeffrey orders someone on his so called rules around here." "Ah. I came from the hospital with Jean and Holly." "Jean and Holly? The Madams?" Sasha looks surprised. "You must know them personally to be on first name basis then. Any friends of theirs is a friend of mine." She extends a friendly handshake and Sue takes it. Happy to find an ally at least. The other two women also come forward. "I'm Kate." One says and takes an handshake too. The other comes forward, more nervous than is visibly normal. "I'm Lisa." Sue shakes her too, almost like she's going to break any moment.

I call. "Susie Mueller." My best friend is here. I sigh with relief. I clear my raspy throat and sit up straight. "Come in, Susie." The door opens. Susie is a big girl who loves wearing big dresses, and she flows into the room now wearing the most voluminous skirt I have ever seen on her. Under any other circumstances, I would have teased her immediately. She turns around in a joyful, sweeping circle, her eyes bright. She asks, "Do you like it?"